For the love of... by Russ

After waking at 0600 yesterday and taking maybe an hour nap (just long enough for me to lose to Ohio State in NCAA 10 on the 360) Miss L refused to sleep last night. Utterly refuse.

She power napped from eight to midnight, the Wife and I sleeping from 10 to midnight. Then, she wouldn't sleep. First the Wife got up with her (her pain threshold being lower than mine) and rocked her until she slept. Then I got the boot. I rocked her until she fell asleep.

I got the boot again (0100 at this point) and told to feed her and/or give her some tylenol. (If I'm going to give her something to sleep, I'm going the booze route, not tylenol. A little for Daddy, a little for Miss L, a little more for Daddy.) So I take her downstairs and start plying her with food and drink. She pushes everything away and tries to get out of her highchair.

Sigh.

I pick her up and lay down on the couch. She snuggles in. She is out cold. I'm mostly out. The next thing I know Miss L is sitting on my chest and squeezing my nose (looking for a 'honk' that I usually give her when she squeezes my nose). She doesn't seem to appreciate that went I'm sleeping, I'm not in the mood to play. She just has a big goofy grin on her face. I can't stay mad.

She falls asleep on me again. This time I take her upstairs and put her back in bed. I don't know what time that was. I fall into bed and toss and turn until the wife is awoken by Miss L crying again at 0530. So I must have fallen asleep, else I would have fielded it.

I know you all will be hugely surprised that Miss L is crying very easily today! Coincidentally, my fuse is a bit short. Hopefully, they will nap better today. Gotta go, Miss L is, surprise, crying. (Sorry about the incoherence of today's post, but it is what it is.)